Hello and welcome to part six. Once again I must thank you for all the positive feedback as well as the constructive. Please feel free once again to leave me a message and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
As always all sexually active characters are over the ages of eighteen.
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Isabel is sat on her bedroom floor, with her back up against her bed. She's looking out her bedroom window at the blue sky, watching the different shapes of the small clouds floating slowly by. Her eyes still sting, and the skin on her face feels tight from where her tears have dried.
Her mind drifts back to the week before, and the wonderful sensation of being loved. When James's cock naturally pushed its way inside her for the first time, and the fact that it felt so right. How could a week change things so much?
A fresh tear escapes the corner of her eye and makes its way down her cheek.
"Isabel, can you come downstairs please?" Her father calls up. "ISABEL?" The second time he shouts making her jump.
She wipes her tears away just before they have time to reach her chin. "Ok, Dad." She slowly gets up because her legs feel like they are made of lead. Unlocking her door, she makes her way downstairs, and into the kitchen.
Isabel slumps herself down on a chair around the dining table. Her eyes are fixed on her fingers that are picking at a piece of loose skin. She glances up when her mum walks in from the garden with her arms full of the day's clothing wash. Mr. Richards is sat drinking his cup of tea waiting patiently for his wife to finish, and join them at the table. Isabel is getting fidgety, she just wants to go back to her bedroom away from everyone.
Finally, her mother sits down next to her father, and they both look at Isabel.
"What?" Isabel says, ready to storm back upstairs.
Heather Richards takes a deep breath, "I am not sure what that was all about earlier, but...."
"But nothing." Isabel snaps.
Heather Richards rolls her eyes, "okay, I wasn't going to ask the reason, but out with it." Isabel's dad has put the paperwork he was holding down on the table and has folded his arms. Both parents are looking at Isabel. Her father has an angry look in his eyes that she rarely sees from him. Isabel was feeling like a little girl again, and that made her even more uncomfortable.
Isabel was about to speak but the sound of a siren momentarily distracts her.
She stops for a second to glance out the open door, then takes a deep breath. "I overheard mum, and Mrs. Stokes talking earlier. I heard them say that James had been offered a place in Cambridge, and to not tell me."
"And?"
"And, that's my dream, and he's going to leave me here. I love him so much and he will find someone else......" Her voice peters off. Isabel's eyes are starting to fill with tears again.
Their conversation is broken by a police car going past with all its light flashing. Harry Richards momentarily gets up to look out of the top open half of the kitchen door. After realizing he can't see anything he sits himself back down again.
Heather Richards says in a calm voice "And what makes you think James would do such a thing?" She is now feeling a twinge of guilt herself as she is met by silence. She takes a deep breath and tries a different tact. "Isabel you are the most headstrong but rational person I know, so please enlighten me too why you are behaving like a ten-year-old?" Her Mother sits waiting for an answer.
Isabel has no answer to either question, and it's written all over her face as she struggles to say anything. "Because that's what men are always like?" She finally comes up with but she's not even convincing herself of her words.
Mr. Richards is losing his patience, his anger and frustration are getting the better of him. "So," he begins, "you wouldn't consider that the moment James was offered this job, that he wouldn't ask if it would be possible for you to be included? It also didn't cross your mind then that he is so determined for you to achieve your dream that he is willing to help support you through university, making it now possible for us to afford to send you?" With each point, his voice gets louder. "And finally," He slams his hand down on the table in frustration making both Isabel and Heather both flinch, "It didn't enter your head that he could have risked losing his dream job, because he is so bloody in love with you?"
There's a moment of silence, but then as the realization of what her father has said, and ferocity in the way he said it sinks in, her eyes start to fill with tears. She drops her head in shame and says in a quiet voice "No." Isabel realizes what a fool she has been which is so irrational for her.
Heather Richards Just nods her head and places a calming hand on her husband's hand. They have learned over the years to let Isabel come to her own conclusion, so they sit there in silence. Heather can see that the realization of Izabel's actions is sinking in. She looks at the face of her beautiful daughter watching her put herself back together. Momentarily Heather marvels at the power of Isabel's love for James and how it's changed her.
Her thoughts are distracted by the commotion outside. All three glance out the window as more sirens seem to be getting closer and much louder.
Isabel's mind is processing what has just been said, and then the memory of her shouting at James hits her like a clenched fist. She brings her hand to her mouth with a gasp as tears once again slide down her cheek. "Oh shit, I was so nasty to him. I said such horrible things." Mrs. Richards now moves round to comfort Isabel. "Mum, do you think he will ever forgive me?" Isabel blurts out as her mother's arms wrap around her.
Mr. Richards stands up and looks out the back door, the sirens are getting a lot loader, and seem to be heading their way. Now he can tell there is more than one type of emergency vehicle.
As he turns back into the kitchen a police car flies past, "bloody hell," he shouts. Harry walks out the door as first one ambulance, then a second. By this time the whole Richards family is outside. They can see some of the other neighbors outside including the Stokes. Isabel looks for James, but can't see him.
She calls to James's mother. "Heather, have you seen James?"
Heather Stokes shakes her head. "Thought he was with you."
Isabel has an uneasy feeling in her stomach, but puts it down to her being upset and walks back into the house. She sits down to think about what her Father has begun to tell her before the interruption.
After a while, her parents come back in, as they sit down Isabel who has now composed herself is first to speak. "So what you are telling me is that James has been offered a job. In turn, this will enable us to afford to send me to Cambridge. Am I right so far?"
"Yes, I believe that sums it up."
"How?"
"How what?" Mr. Richards asks.
